Lune, a savage brute, smothers Sola under his tremendous weight. Everything goes black.

Determined to keep her midday throne, Sola overcomes and bites her aggressor, drawing blood. He concedes, retreating in agony.

Victorious, Sola screams her own praises with fiery breath, reasserting her position as supreme ruler of the skies.

Pontius Paiva’s interest in the phenomena of celestial bodies could only be eclipsed by his desire to make up stories about them. Find out more at pontiuspaiva.com.